The Parking Lot

Okay, I have to admit, I am somewhat of a bigot -- at least when it comes to fat people and parking lots. I have this thing about going to places with big parking lots. I detest sitting in my car waiting for people to back out, or dilly-dally as they move their carts, or cringe as they park in the middle of the road, waiting ten minutes for some slow poke to get in their car so they can take their spot.

This is why I park in the first available spot. I don’t care if it’s a half a mile away from the store. I don’t care if it’s over one hundred degrees outside. I park as far away from the entrance as possible.

Besides, the closer you park, the fatter you are. I am not making this up. The next time you are sitting in your car at the store, just watch for yourself. It is an amazing phenomenon. And I always wonder, do these people even realize this? Ironic, isn’t it? The people who are the most in need of a little extra exercise tend to be the ones that drive around for a half an hour so they can park six spots closer to the front door.

Look, I can in no way be considered thin, but just on this observation alone, I am walking the length of the parking lot.

Only in LA

Okay. Do I have this right? The future ownership fate of the Los Angeles Dodgers is presently at stake in a high profile divorce case. The owner’s ex is trying to lay claim to the team even though she signed a prenuptial agreement.

Her defense? She didn’t read it.

Actually, that may be over-simplifying it. But this blog, dodgerdivorce.com, gives the day-by-day court proceedings if you want a more in-depth analysis. Fun stuff if you like dirty laundry and wallowing in other people’s misery.

By the way, can you guess the ex’s previous profession? You know, the one that is using ignorance as her defense against a signed prenup? Yes, she was a lawyer.

Only in LA...